The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed someone was sending either me or Elizabeth (it was never entirely clear) roses, but every time I got them, I ate them. They were pretty bitter and pretty disgusting. About halfway through one of them I realized it was probably poisonous and tried to spit it back out, but I'd swallowed most of it by then.

Then a group of people and I were all in a car, listening to something from Wicked on the radio. Suddenly it switched to "Mandy" by Barry Manilow. Every station we changed it to, it just kept playing "Mandy." Then I woke up and discovered that my dad really was playing that song in the other room.

Labels: barry manilow, elizabeth, wicked